Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two right
Two there, fuck playin fair

Yall like loose leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall from heaven to hell?
Yall goin nowhere

But in the same town on the same ground
And I dont care how you it up
I even got dead niggas up
You can bet, I diggin you up
Them bust guns just to make niggas run by me

I squeeze mine with one eye and one and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
When it blows, so called pimps die hoes
Dont bite or flows, just air mark
with a finger, have yall wanted in dead park

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti
Since I had a snotty
Was to die in a red beam
ask when I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch cream

Soldier, over, knock on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the over
Im early retirements
you blast last when Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

Went from the full house to the raw
To niggas to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your face the color
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These water pistols, they shoot many missiles
And when I set em off, scar your bones to the grissle

Only I how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby mom, for your son
Im everyone

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and [unverified]
Poof, me gone, I for the death of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen in the ring
Crown me king, I through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and me, and po-po pump me

home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Roleys, to smokin bones with Coley
My demo was than a lot of yall records
Bed rocked your ass, down, so let the gun go

I murdered some for dough
Hit em up fast, them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come through with the blue
a ooh, whop, with all glocks cocked

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

See now, it go, yall got it
The East Coast, West collabo
Warren G doin it with my from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my drag-on
Yeah, how we doin it, like that for yall
In the 99